My friend Matty believed he could fly. "I have the cape and everything," he told me one afternoon. We were playing knights and dragons in his backyard when he pointed to the roof.
"You want to
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I have come to the creek
to lay down my grief
beside the trees whose roots
creep into the stone-laden water.
I can not sink my grief,
I tried for years
to climb into the ferocious sea
and drown my pain.
but the sea doesn't pick and choose,
I nearly drowned too.
So I take my mourning,
lay it beside me on the dirt
hoping it will sow something.
I can't lay all of it,
no,
I'll carry it until I see you again.
to lay down my grief
beside the trees whose roots
creep into the stone-laden water.
I can not sink my grief,
I tried for years
to climb into the ferocious sea
and drown my pain.
but the sea doesn't pick and choose,
I nearly drowned too.
So I take my mourning,
lay it beside me on the dirt
hoping it will sow something.
I can't lay all of it,
no,
I'll carry it until I see you again.